Nail clippers?!

It took more than half a minute for Yang Baichuan to react, and Ye Fan in front of him actually compared the Qiushui Sword to a nail clipper, and it was that kind of blunt knife!

Such a metaphor is a great insult to him.

However, at this moment, there was no flame in Yang Baichuan's eyes, but it was as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, and his vest was soaked with cold sweat.

Of course, he knows best about his own strength.

The move "Wind and Clouds Move" just now gathered twenty percent of his internal strength.

The power of a sword, not to mention a mortal body, can be split even by a tank, but now, it can't leave any marks on Ye Fan's nails.

The next moment, as if he didn't believe in evil, Yang Baichuan swung his sword again and stabbed at Ye Fan.

"Rub!"

The sharp autumn water sword tore through the sky, and its power was undiminished, and the dazzling sword slashed forward with the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying.

Seeing this, Ye Fan slowly raised his right hand and used the nail of his index finger to cover the enemy.

That understatement looked, as if he was not facing an extraordinary sharp autumn water sword, but swatting flies.

"Boom Boom!"

In mid-air, sparks shot in all directions, and a series of piercing collisions sounded.

In just a dozen seconds, Yang Baichuan slashed out hundreds of swords, however, Ye Fan's fingernails were still unscathed!

On the contrary, the anti-shock force from the blade of the sword shattered the tiger's mouth in Yang Baichuan's left hand holding the sword, and the red blood gushed out.

"Don't do any more useless struggles!Yang Baichuan, don't you understand?"

At this moment, Ye Fan spoke: "The absolute strength gap between you and me is definitely not something that can be made up by moves and weapons! even if I stand still and let you fight, you won't be able to cause me any damage!"

......

Although Ye Fan's voice was not loud, it was like a thunderbolt, which exploded in the ears of everyone in the audience.

His unwavering tone seemed to state some facts.

Yang Baichuan looked at Ye Fan from afar, and trembled involuntarily, for the first time in his life, he felt his weakness, like an ant facing the divine power of heaven and earth.

He even had a delusion -

Ye Fan in front of him seemed to be incarnated as a high king!

Sweep the eight wildernesses, look at the world, and be proud of the world, no one can beat it!

When one room was in the room, there was silence in the field, and the needle drop could be heard.

Feeling the aura revealed by Ye Fan's body, everyone was impressed.

"Kick, kick, kick!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan walked towards Yang Baichuan step by step.

The sound of footsteps in this silent banquet hall was particularly abrupt, like a war drum beating on the chest, making people surge in blood and blood.

When he walked three meters in front of Yang Baichuan, Ye Fan stood still, raised his chin slightly, but with an irresistible will in his tone, he said:

"Yang Baichuan, I said before that your kung fu is extraordinary, and it is useless! Now, can you be convinced?"

When Yang Baichuan heard this, his face changed drastically.

If he admits on the spot and admits that his kung fu is an embroidered pillow, I am afraid that he will no longer be able to mix in the martial arts world.

In the future, when others mention him, there will only be ridicule and disdain, without the slightest respect.

However, in the face of Ye Fan's strength, he had no way to deal with it.

Seeing his hesitant appearance, Ye Fan's eyes lit up, and he said in a thunderous voice:

"Hmph...... If you don't accept it, I'll beat you until you do!"

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying coercion that was condensed like a substance, with Ye Fan's body as the center, surged towards Yang Baichuan from all directions.

"Boom!"

For a while, Yang Baichuan endured great suffering, and only felt like there was a mountain pressing on his body, and he couldn't even breathe.

The next moment, his eyes darkened, as if he had been hollowed out of the spirit of his whole body, and he instantly aged more than ten years, and as soon as he let go of his left hand, he only heard the sound of "clang", and he couldn't even hold the Qiushui sword!

"Serve ...... The old man has obeyed! Your Excellency's miraculous skills are world-famous, and the old man sighs to himself!"

Saying that, Yang Baichuan actually weakened his knees, and knelt down in front of Ye Fan with a "plop", without the slightest hostility, as docile as a little sheep.

......

Seeing this scene, the other martial artists around looked stunned, and they couldn't believe their eyes!

You must know that Yang Baichuan is a generation of Tai Chi masters and a Taidou-level figure.

And now, like a young man under the age of twenty, he bowed his head and bowed down.

If this news comes out, I'm afraid it will shock the entire East China martial arts world!

On the ground, everyone looked at Ye Fan in unison, their eyes full of scorching color.

For them, the strength that Ye Fan showed just now was like a god, unmatched.

What's more, he is only a young man under twenty, if it is a few years later, what kind of powerful existence will he grow?

I'm afraid that in the whole of China, I can't find a few people to compare!

Because of this, many martial arts celebrities look like they are ready to move, and they want to come over to set up.

Sensing this subtle change in atmosphere, Ye Fan frowned, not giving them this opportunity at all.

He turned around, beckoned to Ling Ao in the distance, and said lightly:

"Ling Ao, let's go!"

As soon as these words came out, Ling Ao, who had been in shock, came back to his senses, approached Ye Fan in three steps and two steps, and walked out of the banquet hall with him.

Brush off your clothes and go away, and hide your merit and fame!

Looking at the slowly disappearing figures of the two, the martial artists felt remorse in their hearts, and secretly said that they had failed to seize the opportunity, but they did not dare to step forward to disturb Ye Fan.

......

Half an hour later, Ling Ao drove the Range Rover to the Greentown Rose Garden Villa.

Ye Fan got out of the car and was about to walk into Xiao Yunrong's house, but there was a shout from behind him:

"Ye Shao, wait!"

Ye Fan looked back and found that Ling Ao's knees suddenly weakened, and he knelt down in front of him without hesitation, and said in a loud voice at the same time:

Ye Shao, after seeing your kung fu today, I know what a real strong man is! Those so-called grandmasters outside can't be compared to you at all! Please accept me as an apprentice, otherwise I will kneel here!"

Ling Ao's voice was categorical, and there was no joke.

With his persistent and firm character, if Ye Fan didn't agree, he would really kneel to the ground!

After the turmoil at the martial arts exchange meeting just now, Ling Ao finally realized that Ye Fan was a real hidden master.

Although their Ling family is extraordinary, at most, they can only contact a "nameless" grandmaster like Yang Baichuan, which is by no means what Ling Ao is looking for.

In his opinion, only by worshipping under Ye Fan's door can it be possible to learn "real" kung fu!

Such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, once missed, will not come again!

Looking at Ling Ao who was kneeling on the ground, Ye Fan frowned slightly, a little surprised, and then fell into deep thought.

Not everyone can worship the Hidden World Sect like Dongfang Mingyue!

Nowadays, Chinese martial arts are in decline, coupled with the self-cherishing of various major sects, the situation is getting worse and worse, and even embroidered pillows like Yang Baichuan can be respected as gods.

If this trend continues, I am afraid that it will not take many years for Chinese kung fu to completely decline.

And Ling Ao is a seedling who practices martial arts, coupled with his persistence, if he gets the guidance of a famous teacher, he may not be able to become a real powerhouse!

Thinking of this, Ye Fan looked at Ling Ao and said, "I won't accept you as an apprentice!"

As soon as these words came out, Ling Ao's eyes darkened, but he still knelt in place, not moving.

"But ......"

Suddenly, Ye Fan's words changed, and he continued: "I have a practice here, but I can teach it to you! But how much you can comprehend depends on your own creation!"

When Ling Ao heard this, his eyes lit up, his face was full of irrepressible joy, and he said loudly: "Thank you Ye Shao for passing on the gong!"

Next, Ye Fan taught the mantra of the "Four Spirits Divine Formula" to Ling Ao.

Although in the world of cultivating immortals, the "Four Spirits Divine Technique" is not a very clever exercise, but in Huaxia, it can make countless strong people crazy.

After getting the formula, Ling Ao was like a treasure, and he was so grateful that he couldn't wait to start cultivating immediately.

The master leads the door, and the practice is in the individual!

The reason why Ye Fan passed on his skills was just that he couldn't bear to go astray and delay his extraordinary talent, as for whether he could practice or not, it was none of Ye Fan's business.

Immediately afterwards, after Ye Fan said goodbye to Ling Ao, he turned around and walked into the Xiao family's villa.